Chapter 87

Nicole I felt the evening air on my skin as Damien practically dragged me outside after dinner. I realized I hadn't brought much with me when I left home to live with him. At least Meatball was well cared for by the house staff—eleven people to be exact. If left to me alone, I'd probably forget to feed him and the poor thing would waste away. I cradled Meatball in my arms as we walked side by side like any normal couple would. Damien remained quiet beside me, while I occasionally whispered little nothings to Meatball. "Damien," I asked, suddenly curious about something that had been on my mind all day, "when did you first take over the Thornfang Pack's operations?" After spending an entire day by his side, I wondered how someone so young could handle such an enormous workload. "When I was twenty," he answered simply. "That's so young..." I murmured, trying to imagine taking on such responsibility at that age. "Yes. After my father died, I started working at the company immediately." I